Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Hello everyone!
I'm sorry it has been so long sense I updated, I had to change my email for the account before spring break because my university email wasn't working for outside accounts any longer and then I forgot the new email over break, of course! I was also just feeling a little lazy when it came to blogging.

So this week is Finals Week for me. It is awful, well not really it is just constant studying. I have already had my intense finals. I had etude socio-culturelle which was huge test but it was pretty easy, Monday i had histoire also a huge test over about 7 chapters but it was fine if your studied well, langue; a three hour test and yesterday my Histoire de l'art which took about 30 minutes and my oral exam for langue which was scary but fine. I have a Lit test in about an hour. You are probably thinking why aren't you studying? Meh, I feel prepared and even if I'm not I can make a 50% on this exam and still come out with and American A in the class. Hooray for french grading!

Last week we went to a Picnic at the school with our host mom, it was a lot of fun and probably the most time we've spent conversing with our mere.

So I have about 1 week until I get home. I'm excited to come home but I know I will experience culture shock all over again. Chantal gave Amy and I some caramels that are a specialty of Belle ile in Bretagne, I think? There are about 12 different flavors and some of them are tasty and some of them are strange, I think it was her going away present to us.

Monday, April 11, 2011

So I am being extremely studious and updating my blog instead of studying for my Histoire de l'Art test. Studying and homework are not my forte in France. Why should I worry about those things in this great country. Don't worry mom and dad, I've been making mostly As and Bs.

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French Donkeys are huge, they can't even hold up their own head.

This weekend I went back to the park that is home to the strange donkeys and cows by the Lac de la Maine with some friends. We took a picnic that we bought at the market that morning and sat out by the lake where we saw a topless sunbather. I knew that happened in Europe but I thought they had to be in a designated area or at least away from a family park. The police even came by to shut down a person grilling and looked right at her and her exposed chest and just kept walking. I was not use to seeing a carefree woman just letting everything show. It was a strange sight to see and I'm sure I'll just see more of it on spring break.

By the way, the cop's uniform are really nice. They have tall boots and tight pants like Mr. Darcy.

So I have had a problem with leaving my backpack when we go out for lunch between classes. But usually remember it pretty soon after leaving and it has always been at a place were I am pretty much a regular, so It hasn't been a big deal before today... I made it all the way back from lunch and through my two hour histoire de France class before I realized my purse with my passport and everything else is missing and that I left it at the panini stand table. I freaked out and Amy went with me to go see if it was still there. We walked faster than we have probably walked the whole time in France and I felt like I was going to vomit the whole way there. But luckily someone had turned it into the counter with everything intact. YAY courteous french people! Amy said she was going to start gluing my stuff to me. Its probably not a bad idea.

Ever since it has been constantly warm, I have been hearing this strange noise outside. It sounds like a screeching frog/monkey hybrid. I need to find out what it is.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Europe will either be the death of me or I will remain here forever as a pseudo gypsy working in the metro stations. Since I stepped foot into the EU, the steadily increasing exchange rate has been chomping at my bank account. Can you just go ahead and finalize bailing out Portugal so that the rate will go back down, please?
After spring break I will be poor and this makes me very sad. I will probably have no way to leave europe and therefore I shall never make it out(this is a complete exaggeration because I already have a ticket home). I'm just glad there is only about 4-5 weeks after break instead of several months.

France, I love you but there are somethings that I don't understand. Today, I read a little excert in one of my books about the French brands for bottled water which there are many, like evian and vittel and that the average french person consumes about 85 liters of bottled water a year which I think might be less than american but that would require research. However, french people never drink anything. I realized that when I first got here that my host family and many other French people hardly drink a sufficient amount of anything, that all of there glasses are tiny and they never pee(but that leaves me a little befuddled as to where the pee stench comes from on the streets). My host family does not drink from the tap either so they only drink from the 1.5 liter bottles that they purchase in bulk. Wine can't be all that hydrating.

You all may not know that France is little concerned with appearances. They are actually extremely concerned with them. It is why anytime you are in public you are looked over from head to toe. My cultural teacher told us that if you are female who is not slim, pretty and well dressed that you have no chance at all in finding a job in the business world. And that a lot of people start to prepare themselves for finding a job aesthetically when they are very young. Way to be crappy, France.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

This past weekend I visited some sites of D-Day in Normandy. We went to the Caen Museum which covered all of WWII from France's perspective. The museum was over all, very well done, of course it lacked details in areas that weren't as important to France as they might of been to other countries. But it is definatly interesting to see historical events from another countries point of view. I don't think that I can describe everything in just, it is something that one would have to see and feel what is like to be there for themselves.

We went to the American Cemetery for an hour and for that hour I was actually on American soil. The pure white crosses were plentiful, strategically placed as if they grew there and are forever growing up in glory. It was like looking down at a field of corn that had been sowed with the upmost care.

We walked on Omaha Beach. The beaches seem to be the lucky ones, they have the waves to heal there scars as time goes by. You could step onto to them without realizing what had happened if it wasn't for the memorials calling back the memories. After Omaha Beach we made a stop at Point du Hoc, the ocean side clifftop where the Texas Rangers climbed there way up the impassable cliff. Point du Hoc has many visible scars left in the land. It was a little eery being there.

My Paw was in the 82nd Airborne division that landed in Sainte Mere Eglise. While I did not get to go there, the Caen museum did have a wall dedicated to Operation Overload. You could always get him started with question about the war and I couldn't help but think how wonderful it would of been to have him there telling me about it first hand instead of reading about it. I wondered if those were his buddies on the wall and if he was in the pictures but I didn't realize it.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

I don't even know where to begin with Paris. I left at about 11:30 on Friday morning by train with my housemate Amy. We tried to buy tickets for seats next to each other on the train but Amy bought the last normal 2nd class without realizing it which left me with a suspiciously more expensive 2nd class seat even with a reduction card. I still haven't figure out why it was more expensive. So my ticket was Car 20 seat 28 isle seat. Not too difficult right? WRONG-O. I got on car 20 and there was no seat 28 anywhere all the seats were in the fifties. I walk back and forth across cars a few times looking for seat 28, by this time I was feeling a little frustrated and a bit embarrassed that I couldn't find my seat. I asked a poor middle aged women who just told me it was on the other side of the car which it wasn't so i decided to just pick a seat in the front of the car. I found a seat in the isle across from these girls yapping on cell phones and one lone man but this nice girl sitting at the table on the other side stands up and offers me the window seat by her without talking which I found odd. I guess she knew I wasn't French. I'm glad she let me sit there because the other girl talked on her phone the whole time and even put it on speaker phone for a while even though you are supposed to have you phones on silent while on the train.When the train attendant came around to check tickets I told him in French that I couldn't find my correct seat and just sat here. He couldn't care less but he was nice and told me that they were the tiny fold out seats in-between the cars without arm rest, no seat numbers and extremely uncomfortable looking things for future reference. Why I had to pay 12 more euros for that I have no idea.So I rode on the train for an hour and half, next to girl who wouldn't talk but who would hand things to me from time to time while she was reading her French graphic novel that I kept peaking at and an old sleepy man who took up a lot of leg room.

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For Aunt DJ

Upon arrival in Paris, Amy and I, with a little bit of trouble, found our hotel room and checked in. I was overall pleased with the hotel room for paying about 32.50 Euros per night per person.We then decided to walk to the Eiffel tower because we could see it when we were trying to find the hotel. After about a twenty to thirty minutes, passing old schools, Ecole Militaire and strange people we arrived at the Eiffel Tower and started snapping pictures. I think I have more pictures of the Eiffel Tower than anything else. There were also a lot of people trying to illegally sell you mini towers, mechanical dogs and other knickknacks.

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The Louvre at Night

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We then crossed the Seine and started walking along it were a photo shoot was being conducted. We kept walking to see the bridges and other things along the Seine and without really intending to, we walked an hour to the Louvre where we where to meet Leah and Anna. Even with the walking we were early and they were late so we decided to look around the outskirts of the Louvre. We took a peak at what I am going to call the Love Locks Bridge but it is the Pont des Arts bridge right outside the Palais du Louvre and I found out later, where Leah and her Fiancé put a lock the day before. We also ventured to cheesy tourist shops outside as well. We then met up with Leah and Anna and began to explore the Louvre. We didn't see all of it but it was really interesting to see paintings that I had studied a few weeks before, in past humanities classes and be able to talk about them like I knew something. ha-ha

After the Louvre we went to eat at a restaurant called cafe Louise or something like that. I had Ratouille with poached eggs which were delicious. Then I had my first metro experience, while it is nice to have cheap transportation, it smells like pee and can be creepy. We made it back to the hotel but not without a few interruptions from French creeps which are worse than the ones in Angers.

Versailles

The next day we rose early to get to Versailles with Anna and Leah, which was still crowded right after opening at 9am. Versailles was probably my number one thing to see while in France and it was great being able to do so. The chateau and the grounds were unimaginably huge. It was really baffling to be in a place where such grand people ate, drank, slept, walked, lived, loved, thought and fought. We left Versailles around 4 and Amy and I got off the RER near the Eiffel tower so we could wait around to take night pictures. We stopped in small Cafe/Brasserie place where all the workers were really nice and the food was pretty good. We than went to walk around and try to find a pastry. We went around and under the Eiffel tower where we witnessed about 100 illegal knickknack sellers run like they were being chased by Godzilla. However, it was just one cop on bike. The knickknack sellers wandered back less than five minutes later. It was a fun site to see.We ended up at another cafe closer to the Eiffel tower to get Crème Brulee. The crème brulee was out of this world but the people were less than friendly. Besides the greeter with whom we spoke French with, everyone else just assumed that we didn't speak a lick of it and were not very nice but I suppose they do get a lot of tourist. We got our pictures and went in for the night.

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Sacre Coeur

On Sunday, we fit in seeing the Arc de Triomphe, Sacre Coeur and Le Pere Lachaise Cemetery where Edith Piaf, Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde and others are buried, all before leaving at 3:30.We went to the top of the Arc de Triomphe which was a work out but the view was totally worth it. Sacre Coeur was beyond crowded and a little sketchier than other tourist spots but it was beautiful. We also saw legit photo shoot number two there and an outrageously dressed famous man who was being interviewed and taking pictures. My camera died there at sacre Coeur but not before getting a funny picture of a live statue. Unfortunately, I did not get any pictures of Pere Lachaise.

Amy and I made it back to the train station at about 2:30 but all the 2nd class seats where sold out and we had to buy 1st class which was really nice but not worth it. However we did make it back to study for our history test on the Revolution.

Tip for future Study Abroad students: You can get into any federal monument for free with your visa and/or student ID card. Think about this before purchasing the ISIC card which would get you discounts on a lot of the monuments if you paid for them.

About Me

These blogs are to share my time in France with you when I feel like it. It won't be poetic, I can't even promise it will be pretty. Sometimes I update, sometimes I don't, sometimes my brain moves faster than fingers.